Last night Scott and I R-trained it to Park Slope to see
Lissy Trullie. First time at Union Hall, 408th time at an
LT concert. I kid, I kid.
US Royalty opened. They are pretty derivative of bands like Kings of Leon and sound a lot like
Young Lords (some of whom happened to be in the audience) and Japanese Motors. But they put on a fun, upbeat show, and their bassist wildy/awkwardly resembles Julian circa
Room on Fire, hair, style, and all. They play Webster Hall tonight.
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Then Lissy. She had a denim, zip-up vest on over her trademark leather jacket and tight black dress. They played the usual set: Forget About It, She Said, Don't to Do (fave new song!), Money, Billy, Ready for the Floor, Self-taught Learner, and Boy Boy. Fun times, as usual. Her songs are like crack; I've had the EP for months and the pre-EP even longer, and I can't stop listening.